Lost

Perhaps…

 

It was a touch

a delicate tracing

over a spot long lost

or better yet, one never found

 

Maybe…

 

It a word

whispered with a command

like a tempest

picking up leaves

 

It might have been a kiss

with bodies pressed

entwined in a dance

that carried it away

 

No matter, it was lost

 

She tried to get it back

gasping with eyes closed

craving the air

and something else much more

 

She raised up and clawed

just out of reach, her breath teased

she could see it…playing with rainbow stars

her lungs ached for oxygen

 

Yet her loins ached more

They called the stars to take her

and the listened with smiles

and released her

 

The stars cascaded down

tiptoeing on her soft skin

pulsing with fever

at last her breath returned

 

R

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~ by Ron Usher on June 16, 2007.

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